FALLANDGOSOUL

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What : Peace is a trickWhy : Not yet a tricksterWhen : 9.03 am

Oh universe,

Something is distracting me and I could even hear it whispering in my head. May I know, if this is reality? If it is, how and when am I going to bloom, if I continue like this? The day I’m doomed? After I planted a tomb in my room? Tell me.
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At 2 am, I’ve been sitting, lying, tossing, rolling on my Josephine for hours till I could see everything, everywhere turned twisted, grey and cold. When I tried closing my eyes, lights in the eyes turned wild, till it drove my head to the middle of nowhere, to think of a plan, on how to shatter my null-skull without being rescued.
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My grey-capsule is dripping silence. I could hear it and it freezes my feet.
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The deeper I go, the more I have a need to leave.Breathe leave, it is. Like a corpse diving to the six feet underground.